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all of eighteen
she was given a book
of shakespeare songs
still has them
never thought anything of it
never thought of the flowers
never thought of the countless gifts
the myriad kindnesses given to her
just a pretty girl
head in the clouds
never thinking
never thinking it would end
and that one day
never thinking if someone called her darling
she would fall to pieces
Oh I so know the feeling.........what we take for granted when young does us in when we are farther along in life.
ReplyDeleteOh dear! I was once that oblivious girl – partly because I never thought of myself as pretty or desirable. The poor lad quietly gave up, and I never had occasion to fall to pieces about it. But, with hindsight.... (Mind you, it was a book of theology he gave me, not Shakespeare, so it would never have worked between us.)
ReplyDeleteYou must have given the impression of being a saintly young thing, Rosemary, to be given a book on theology:)
ReplyDeleteThe young man himself was very religious and probably hoped I would share that interest.
DeleteWe seem to grow into what life gives us but it doesn't always wait for us. Sadly.
ReplyDeleteI love the title - your humour shines through it - perhaps it is all part of the learning curve - crying then laughing a little too
ReplyDeleteRegrets for our lack of awareness while young. Sad. Love the matter of fact way you write this sad little story of the girl who didn't appreciate art, then only appreciated love, when she lost it. Lovely Rail.
ReplyDeleteSuch a splendid write..!!
ReplyDeleteOh. A punctured balloon. One that was carrying us in the arms of a gentle spring breeze and the rhymes of Arcadia. But Arcadia--even Shakespeare's--always includes a kind of death. I feel for her. I love the music.
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